Maybe home is not about where you are, but about how you feel.
And no matter how far I wander, the air will always taste like sweet memories.
But we know we must go.
Chris Clogg
And so I left.
I traded wild city streets for country roads, loudness for stillness, a quick pace for calm.
I followed my passions as they led me to new places, new people.
Home is not one place.
Its not only where you were born, or who you were surrounded by when you were young.
I left Iowa after college.
Chris Clogg
And I chased new dreams across the country, to southern California.
I traded country quiet for ocean waves.
I traded Midwest stars for mountain views.
I traded silence for a new sense of peace.
And I made a new home, new love, new friends, new memories.
In the friendships that built me back in where I grew up.
In the relationships with my family, which were never, and will never be dependent upon place.
In the men who taught me that love could make any spot on the map feel like home.
Always reminding you that no matter where you are or who youre withyou belong.
